Elise is more enchanted by the escalator. “It’s like a moving staircase, isn’t it?” she says. She holds the handrail tight as they are lifted higher into the lofty atrium. Maxzyne looks at her, surprised. Elise shrugs. “I’ve always been on the back elevator before. They cram us into the car along with the display furniture when the store is closed. Believe me, it’s not open and fun like this. Sometimes we’re not even dressed! Maman just hates that.”
“Sorry. I keep forgetting you’re not . . .” Maxzyne fades off uncertainly.
“Real? Well, for now I am. So I’m going to enjoy every minute!” Elise throws her arms out dramatically. They both giggle.
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